[Omega] Dead Turians Tell No Tales (Open)

Okay, she couldn't just kill everyone. She hadn't killed anyone in a while as promised and this drell wasn't going to be the one to break that. And I find myself not caring as to how that sign fell. All I see is a bleeding human. So walk away now.

Tucked away in the seconds that crept by was a sense of foreboding. For a moment, Cerastes maintained his stance, his gun trained steadily on Job. Just when it appeared that he was about to assassinate the man in cold blood, the drell put on a thin smile and relaxed, raising his hands in the same gesture Job had used not too long ago. Although he did not drop his weapon, he made a show of removing his finger from the trigger.

"Of course," he said, taking a casual step back towards the corpse in order to settle his weight more firmly on his good leg. "Your concern for your fellow man is to be respected."

If the proverbial snake in the grass were to be manifested in a physical form, Cerastes was it.

Your compliments are absolutely lovely but I aint seeing you walk away.

Okay. The situation had changed.

Mainly, these two were focused on each other to the ignorance of everything around them.

Job, if there's ever a time to cut and run, now's the time.

Wincing as he looked around for an exit, Job saw a sewer grate in the corner. One throw should pull the hatch off - he could see the rust caked on it from here, brown and thick underneath the halogen lights.

Just had to keep them talking. Wait for something to happen. Then get into the sewer, track it back to his bolthole, and smear on some medigel before anything terrible happened to him.

Shit, fuck this place.

Turning around and walking away, as Palmer so wished for him to do, left too much to chance. The woman had had a gun trained on him for a good few minutes now, and given what he knew of Omega, the likelihood of her not firing a shot into him mid-departure was slim. His attention steadied briefly on Job - the human was crawling away, clearly tryig to escape - then back to Palmer.

The smile remained. "As you wish."

Without warning, Cerastes abruptly flickered out of view like a bad transmission, leaving in his wake an uneasy stillness and a clear view of the mangled corpse behind him. The flames from the broken sign were growing, threatening to engulf it.

Job just watched the drell disappear, lips pressed thin against the pain.

"Fuck. Let's get out of here, man. Just... get out of here."

Well okay then. A quick glance around and then her gaze focused on the downed human. You want my help with that or can you handle it?

"I can handle it. Been doing fine on my own for a while now."

Job looked left and right. No sign of the drell. Dude was like a ghost.

"Look, you want my advice? Find a crowd. Get lost in it for a while. If that dude's still around, he could be following you. I get the idea you wouldn't want that. Me neither. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm getting my ass out of here. Place'll be filled with scavengers and worse soon."

A derisive snort followed that. The day she was worried about some random drell. A nod in farewell and she took up her path once more as she pleased.